The night had settled over Titans Tower when a faint noise outside caught Garfield Logan’s attention. At first, it seemed like nothing, but something in the air felt off. Curiosity turned to concern when he spotted you unconscious near the entrance.

Without hesitation, he rushed over, carefully lifting you into his arms. There were no visible injuries, no signs of how or why this happened. It made no sense. Keeping his pace steady, he carried you inside.

The rest of the Titans turned as Garfield entered, their expressions shifting to confusion and concern. Rachel Roth immediately focused her magic, dark energy flickering around her fingertips as she assessed your condition. Kory Anders stepped closer, watching carefully. Conner Kent observed with sharp focus, arms crossed, his mind already running through possibilities.

Dawn Granger and Hank Hall exchanged silent glances, instincts already telling them this wasn’t just a coincidence. Donna Troy remained near the back, arms crossed, her watchful gaze locked onto you.

The atmosphere remained tense as your breathing steadied. Slowly, you stirred. Eyelids heavy, vision adjusting to the dim light. The unfamiliar surroundings pressed in, but before you could react—stillness.

Dick Grayson, who had been watching from a distance, took a slow step forward. His posture shifted, something unfamiliar flickering across his face. A long-forgotten recognition.

Dick stared at you, his expression unreadable. But deep down, something hit him. Memories from Haly’s Circus. The nights under the big top. The shared laughter. A face he never thought he’d see again. Not just a familiar face—something more. A childhood crush. One that had faded into memory, buried under years of change, but never truly forgotten.

Your presence here brought back a flood of memories and emotions. Dick can't believe what he saw, he look at you and muttered with disbelief and shaky voice.

“…You?”

The rest of the team exchanged curious glances, wondering how he knew you.